Bella “Firefly” Collins | 17 years old | Hallucinations, Anxiety, Insomnia | Face claim: Ariana Grande | OPEN
Hush little baby don’t say a word, daddys gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Bella Collins has always been a little…weird. An avid painter and gamer, the fiery-headed teen was quickly deemed an outcast at school, but her real problems stemmed far before that. At two, Bella had dozens of imaginary friends, whom all of which were invisible to everyone else but herself. During her younger years at school, she was very interested in bugs, especially ones with wings, and she quickly earned the name “Firefly” by her classmates. She was incredibly friendly and outgoing, but as her parents got divorced a few months after her thirteenth, her personality changed, as did the moods of her imaginary friends. The nice voices that had comforted her in the past were now harming her with their devilish faces and unexplained appearances, and Bella quickly was diagnosed with hallucinations due to anxiety as well as insomnia. After fleeing the hospital because a dark skeleton was standing over her bed, the nurses picked her up once more, and this time, placed her into the care of Saint Britten’s.
At Saint Britten’s, Bella is trying to determine what is real and what is fake. Her hallucinations differ from happy to terrifying depending on her level of stress, so she keeps her activities light and relaxing in order to try and tame her mind. She enjoys art as well as the outdoors, and wants to start a bug observatory for the younger patients.
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Good news! We only need 2 more male fc’s/oc’s before we are off female ban:) We have a zillion amazing male fc’s open but also accept original characters!
Some of our male fc’s include: Justin Bieber, Zac Efron, Taylor Lautner, Bobby Coleman, Alex Pettyfer, Shay Carl & more!
If you’re playing 2 patients & want to be a third, let us know!
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Lucas Dicamillo | 9 years old | Anxiety, Depression, Bullying victim | Face claim: Lucas Triana | OPEN
All the boys at school were making fun of me because I love to dance.
Lucas Dicamillo was always a dancer. His mother, who had won several dance awards herself, vowed to place all of her children into an elite dance studio once they were born, and since Lucas was her first baby, he was automatically thrown into dance before he was even potty trained. As expecting, Lucas automatically formed a bond with dancing, and his two fruity instructors, and soon the young boy couldn’t be stopped. Whether he was performing lyrical solos, duets, or groups, his team always came out on top. He was the happiest little boy in the world when he was dancing, but at school, he was constantly bullied and belittled for being a male dancer. When the pressures of always having to be perfect, and the pain of bullying became too much for Lucas to handle, he told his mother he wanted to stop dancing. Though she wanted the best for her son, Lucas’ mother wouldn’t let him quit, and instead, send him to St. Brittens for some therapy.
At St. Brittens, Lucas spends a lot of his time socializing. He is happy as long as he’s with new people, but still faces sudden anxiety attacks and fears he’ll be bullied once more. He never really wanted to give up on dancing, and is now stronger than ever in his favorite sport. He wants to recover quickly so he can leave the institution and go on several auditions instead.
Rory Bucci | 20 years old | Abuse, Depression, Suicidal, | Face claim: Zac Efron | OPEN
Nobody would notice me even if I died; nobody would care.
Rory Bucci was your typical all American boy. Growing up, Rory excelled in each and every sport, but golf was his absolute favorite. At the age of ten, Rory had won over fifteen national championship titles, and was on the cover of quite a few sports magazines. Rory was known nation-wide, and he loved every moment of it. But as his high school years progressed, Rory’s father, a man who easily stood well over six foot, began to become abusive toward his only son. When Rory didn’t get a hole in one at practice, his father would beat him with a golf club. The abuse scared Rory, and he knew he could fight back if he really wanted to; instead, Rory sunk far into a hidden depression. For days on end, Rory would starve himself; he would sleep countless hours of the day, and soon became isolated from his best friends when his father pulled him out of school to train constantly for golf tornaments. By twenty, Rory was abused, depressed, and slowly slipping out of the glorified aura the public eye had created of him. Everyone was forgetting about Rory; the magazines and news channels stopped calling, and so did his friends. The only person who remembered Rory was his abusive father, who now tormented Rory verbally as well. Finally, there came a cool rainy night last month when Rory decided he would end it all. At the edge of his small hometown sat a bridge, and underneath the bridge, one hundred feet to the bottom, buzzed a loud and busy highway. Rory popped two dozen over the counter pain pills in his mouth, and made his way to the end of the bridge, looking over the edge at his soon to be fate. All he needed to do was jump. But before he could, a hand reached out to meet his. A bearded man dressed in tan robes pulled Rory from the bridge and told him it wasn’t his time yet; he still had accomplishments to be made, and places to go. The young man told Rory to find help, and pointed him back to his car, telling him to drive straight to the hospital to get treatment for the overdose of pills. Rory, without a second thought, headed for his car. When he turned around to thank the man, he was gone. At the hospital, Rory faded in and out of consciousness, and when he would wake from blackouts, the bearded man was at the edge of his bed, comforting him. The nurses said there had been no vistors all night, and encouraged Rory to invite some. When Rory finally realized he’d been helped by what he believed was an angel, he decided to take the advice further and get help. He quickly packed up his golf clubs and headed off to St. Britten’s.
At St. Britten’s, Rory is at complete peace. There is a small green outside where he allows himself to practice putting for fun, slowly coming to learn that his father isn’t there to beat him if he makes any mistakes. Rory hasn’t been visited by the bearded man anymore, and has been taking medication for his depression. Rory, before all his hell happened, was a charming, flirty, handsome young man with a lot to offer, and maybe, just maybe, St. Britten’s will bring out all of that good in him once again.
Darren Patrick St. Britten | 21 years old | Oldest sibling of the St. Britten family, only son |Face claim: Nick Roux | OPEN
“So, me and the band are skipping third hour, gonna go practice for the Bash, wanna come?”
Darren is the oldest of the St. Britten children. Though technically an adult, Darren is one of the most immature people you’ll meet. He seems very poised, but without his parents, he’s nothing. He relies on them for everything, his mother in particular. He has no interest in running the Institution, even though he is next in line to take over. He cares more about his appearance then anything. He sees the girls in Institution as a challenge to win over.
(I’m currently going to be working on a Lucas Triana, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan & Channing Tatum FC.)